Elizabeth Willse

Elizabeth Willse
May 25
Elizabeth Willse is a freelance writer, book reviewer and blogger. She works with the Star-Ledger, Examiner.com, and blogs such as Women's Voices For Change and PinkyShears.com


JUNE 15, 2012 8:20AM

Book Review: The Magicians

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The Magicians
Lev Grossman
Plume 2009, read on Kindle

Holden Caulfield goes to Hogwarts. As written by a John Irving impersonator.

That about sums this book up.

Quentin grows up in Brooklyn, and is miserable because he grew up reading about the magical land of Fillory, and wishes there were more magic in his world. Then, he discovers there’s a magical wizards’ college called Fillory, and he gets to attend this school. He is still miserable. He finds friends there. And is miserable at them. He gets to learn highly disciplined, intensely theoretical sorts of magic. And is still miserable.

After graduating, he and his friends mope around New York, drinking a lot, being mean to one another, and you guessed it, Quentin is miserable, complaining and sulking, lashing out at his friends and then whining about feeling betrayed when his friends return the favor. Maybe realizing the dream of getting to go to Fillory, the land he read about in books, will lift Quentin’s bad-tempered ennui?

Not so much.

It was supremely frustrating to read this book, watching Quentin be the opposite of a more typical noble (or at least earnest, if confused) fantasy hero. I saw him surrounded by beautifully written magical theories and plans of study, and had my hopes for him lifted by a few brief flashes of his getting to do immersive magic, like being turned into a goose. (A surprisingly well written interlude, for how strange it was.) But then Quentin would disappoint me. And disappoint his friends.

As an exercise in working against fantasy types and expectations, it was interesting. Given fantasy worlds and opportunities, wouldn’t necessarily transform a sarcastic and ennui-plagued bunch of characters from petty and jealous to noble and expected fantasy heroes. Having access to magic and wondrous settings, getting to live in a fantasy novel, doesn’t get Quentin and his friends to rise to the occasion and become fantasy heroes. The mohawk-wearing Penny is the only one who seems to embrace fantastic opportunities, and he’s a peripheral, and underexplored character.

There’s a strong nod to Narnia and Harry Potter, even as something Quentin and his friends joke about within the story. I think I remember early reviews calling The Magicians “Harry Potter for grownups.” Having read this book, I disagree. Vehemently. It’s a facile, surface comparison. The essential attitudes of Harry Potter, of hopefulness and clear-cut battles against starkly drawn enemies are missing here. The Magicians takes a painfully bleak view of relationships, possibilities, fantasy and magic, and friendships.

I read this for my YA Genre class, and during our discussion, the idea of literary fiction came up. Morally ambiguous, petty characters, ¬†exploring selfishness and morally gray stances. This book glorifies a lot of the things I really dislike about typical literary fiction, and is missing much of the earnestness I really enjoy about fantasy novels. Some passages are well-written, I admit, and the exploration of magical theory was fascinating, not to mention beautifully described, but I’d like to trade in most of the central characters for their less angst-ridden counterparts.

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